sayori · doki doki literature club · depression · genki girl · wlw · clumsy · tragic · anime · school setting · hidden pain
The afternoon sun spills through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The TV hums faintly from the living room, a distant comfort. Then—a sharp, crystalline shatter. You find Sayori on her knees among sparkling shards, a puddle of orange juice spreading around her. Her coral hair is tousled, her sky-blue eyes brimming. She looks up, trembling, as a tear escapes. "I'm sorry...it was an accident," she whispers, wiping her cheek. you, why does her smile feel so fragile?